Wow. I hardly ever write in this thing... but it's after 11 and I'm bored, so it's either this or go sleep. And this seemed more fun.

Sooo... random topic.... *pulls topic out of magical TopicHat*

Therapy.
I hate therapy. I loatheeee it. There are so many things I hate about it.

Sometimes it's the therapist his/herself. I remember when I was in the hospital and a counselor came to talk to me about what happened, and she talked to me like I was five or something. It was like, "Hello! No brain damage here, lady." It's really insulting for someone that's smarter than average to be talked down to by a fresh-outta-college stuck-up idiot.

Another thing I hate is when they try to take things too fast, and get you to spill all your secrets in the first session. I'm a natually shy person, and some things they try to get me to say, I haven't even told my best friends. Immediately, they wanna know all about my childhood, and my dad, and his family, and how everything unfolded. They're so invasive and it sucks to feel like you're being violated by sharing stuff that's really personal.

Yet another thing that sucks monkey balls is when they pin everything bad in my life on one event.
I'm depressed? Must be 'cuz of my dead Daddy.
I have low self-esteem? Must be 'cuz of drunk Daddy.
I don't trust people? Must be 'cuz of belt-slinging Daddy.
GEEZ. He's been gone five years and 16 days now. Plenty of other things that affect my life have happened since then.

And besides all that, having some head-shrink sit and listen to me bitch and moan, nodding her head and every once in a while scribbling things down, doesn't really help me much. If it did, I could go bitch and moan to all my friends for free.